Roberto drove us back to the little airport the next morning after an early
brunch. I had really enjoyed my stay at the Figaredo Estate, and made Eddie
promise that he would come back to visit some time without it being a business
trip.
Still tired from my late night, I slept most of the flight to France. Eddie
woke me shortly before we were to land and had me change into something
suitable for bodyguard duty. I wore a pair of snug black pants that hugged
around me like a second skin, and a frothy green fitted top that flared slightly
at the hips.
When we stepped off the plane, Benny and Trigger dismissed themselves quickly
and hurried across the small airstrip to the train stop. I wondered at the
hurry they were in to get to the station when the train wouldn't arrive
for another half hour. A black Mercedes was coming toward us, and the boys
looked like startled animals as they hurried away.
I didn't think much of it when a dark haired, busty woman, wearing an impossibly
tight outfit, and showing far too much cleavage, stepped out of the car.
The driver tipped his hat at Eddie and me before picking up the first of
the bags. I helped, taking the bag that contained the solid gold Indonesian
snail shells we had taken on the first job I worked with him. Settling that
in the trunk, I walked back over to Eddie and the woman.
"I have waited for your return, Edward. To see you again is a sublime pleasure,"
the woman gushed, taking his hands and kissing his cheek. She had a thick
French accent that was almost hard to understand. "You are looking better
and better each time I see you."
"It is a pleasure to see you again as well," he said, kissing the back of
her hand.
A flare of anger rushed through me as the woman tucked her arm into Eddie's
as I approached.
"Your men are not staying with you this time?" she asked, sounding far too
hopeful, looking at the retreating figures of Benny and Trigger.
"Not this time. I have a new bodyguard," he said, indicating me with a wave
of his hand. "Dee Lemma. She's new."
New? I'm not that new, Eddie, I grumbled to myself, taking Tangram
from the pilot. I really wished he would stop telling everyone my full name.
I hated it. Why couldn't he just introduce me as Query? "Please, call me
Query," I said, extending my hand.
The woman looked at me as if I were covered in stinking swamp mud. "This
child is to replace your two men? Really, Edward, do you think it is proper?"
"She might look young, but she's excellent at her job. This is her pet,
Tangram," he said.
"Isn't he precious," the woman said, reaching out to pat Tangram on the
head.
Like a good tiger, Tangram hissed and swatted at the woman's hand, claws
extended. Good kitty, I said to myself, calmly stroking him under
the chin.
The woman glared at me. "He is dangerous, Edward! You do not intend to let
her bring that... Thing into Henry's house, do you?"
"Query, control him," Eddie snapped, turning to the woman. He covered her
hand with his, patting it reassuringly. "He's probably just tired from traveling.
Tangram is never off his leash when out of the room. You have nothing to
fear from him."
But plenty to fear from me, you slut! I wanted to snarl as she puffed
chest up, pressing her breasts against Eddie's arm. Glowering, I replied,
"Yes, Mr. Nigma." And thank you for introducing me to this French bimbo!
"I certainly hope not! We should be going now, Edward. Henry is having a
small dinner for you tonight. I'm certain you wish to freshen up before
hand. Come. You may ride in back with me and tell me what you have been
doing since we last saw each other," she said, pulling him toward the car.
Before I could get in, she pulled the door closed, rolling the window down.
"There is no room back here for you and your pet. Sit up front," she said
haughtily. There was an unspoken, but implied, "where you belong" in her
words.
"Yes, Ma'am." I took Tangram to the front, settling myself in the seat.
"'There is no room back here for you and your pet,'" I mimicked softly. The
driver chuckled as he pulled away from the plane. Thankfully, or rather not,
there was a piece of glass separating the back from the front. I was glad,
because it gave me time to make faces and mock the woman. I was angry, because
I couldn't see what was going on back there, only being able to make out
part of the conversation and the woman's tittering giggle. More than anything,
I wanted to reach back there and throttle her.
The tables had been turned, and I was stuck being the one to glare out the
window on the ride to the chateau. What angered me was that Eddie had not
told me the woman's name, nor had he said I was anything other than a bodyguard
to him. If that was how he was going to play it, fine. I would treat him
as an employer and nothing more until he apologized for being so rude.
The driver spoke only when we reached the chateau, announcing to me that
I had arrived at Henry Clef's Estate. I thanked him as he helped me unload
the bags, while Eddie continued to be absorbed in his conversation with
the vacuous twit. Taking possession of the shells, I held Tan's leash in
one hand as a young man took the bags.
"Henry is very excited about the things you have brought for him," the woman
said, looking a bit too cozy at Eddie's side.
"Ah, they will only be his after we have agreed on a price," he chuckled,
walking right past me and into the house.
Seething, I followed them into the main hall, a few steps behind.
"I must go and make certain that everything will be ready for tonight. The
maid will show you to your room," she said, waving at a woman who approached
us. "Please forgive me for turning you over to a servant, Edward?"
"It's fine. I'll see you in the dining room tonight." He gave her a little
bow before smiling to the maid who led us up to our room.
When the woman tried to show me to a different room, I almost took it. Eddie
stopped me, telling the maid that we were sharing a room. I rolled my eyes,
amazed that he remembered I was there. When the bags were set in the room,
the maid asked me if I would need anything else.
"Blankets and a pillow, please," I requested while Eddie was out of earshot,
digging through his bag.
"Yes, Mademoiselle."
"Please, call me Query. Unless there's a rule that says servant's can't
call each other by name?"
"No rule like that," she smiled. "I am Anna."
"Pleased to meet you, Anna. You're the first one who's name I know."
She smiled, and then excused herself. I went into the bathroom to wash my
face, ignoring Eddie who sat on the bed checking the shells over. Tangram
made himself comfortable on the couch where I had decided I was going to
sleep. I didn't think it would be proper for a bodyguard to sleep in the
same bed as her employer.
"Are you ready to go down to dinner?" Eddie asked sometime later.
I looked up from where I sat with Tangram, reading a book. "Yes, Mr. Nigma,"
I said snapping Tan's leash on.
He gave me a strange look, straightened his tie, and headed out. As we walked
down to the dining room, he spoke.
"Henry is a strange old man. He gets it in his mind that he wants something,
and he'll pay whatever to get it. Negotiations with him are fairly simple,
but just as dull as any others." He paused wagging a finger at me without
looking at me. "Tangram must be kept under control. I don't want to see
him lashing out at anyone the way he did earlier. What he did at the airport
was uncalled for. You had better teach that animal who is an enemy and who
is not."
"He's a wild animal. He survives off his instincts about people," I replied
coldly.
"Edward!" the woman called, waving at him from across the hall.
It irked me that he still hadn't told me her name.
"Darling, Henry is already seated and waiting for you," she said, jiggling
over and taking his arm. She tugged him toward the dining room.
"Then I shouldn't keep him waiting, should I?" he smiled.
I ground my teeth as he escorted her into the dining room, pulling her chair
out before sitting in his, directly across from her. Taking my seat right
next to him, I didn't wait for Eddie to introduce me to the man who was
obviously Henry Clef. He was pleasant enough, a complete opposite of the
woman who interrupted me and insisted on both men giving her undivided attention
as she related a story of one of her shopping trips into Paris to find the
outfit she wore.
Blah, blah, blah. Would she ever shut up?! I took to studying the coat of
arms, banners, and other pieces of the past that hung from the high vaulted
ceiling of the dining hall, tucked in among the chandeliers.
"Vanessa, I think our guests would find a good night's sleep beneficial,"
Henry finally said after half the people at the table had excused themselves
to go to bed. "You may chat with him more tomorrow." He paused. "After the
meeting."
"Of course, Henry," said Vanessa.
Finally, a name to her face. I could now curse her name instead of thinking
of her as "that woman." Not that I was going to think higher of her because
I had found out her name. What I was pleased to notice was Henry's exasperation
with Vanessa. I wondered what her relationship with him was. Her forward
manner made me think she was his girlfriend, but her obvious flirting with
Eddie made me dismiss the fact. Certainly she would probably flirt with
Eddie either way, but Henry didn't come across as the type of man to put
up with that.
I left Eddie in the room to take Tangram for a walk. No words passed between
us. At the moment, I was so angry with him, I didn't care if anyone did
try to do anything to harm him. It would serve him right! When I returned
to the room, he was safely in bed, going through a notebook, crossing things
off and scribbling down new notes. Ignoring him as he had been ignoring
me, I took Tangram into the bathroom with me for my shower. He was co-operative
as I blow-dried his fur, rolling onto his back so I could dry his belly.
Dressed in my pajamas, I left the bathroom. Eddie was asleep by the time
I had finished. I made up my bed on the couch and curled up to sleep with
Tangram in my arms.
I hadn't been asleep long when the sound of the doorknob being rattled woke
me. Hushing Tangram who started to growl, I changed into a black panther
and awaited the person who was now sneaking into the room.
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